This one's a smaller chapter, but it's all I've got. Enjoy!
Note: I don't own any characters except Ashely.
When we got to the motel Sam was sitting at the table on his laptop. He looked up when we came in, but didn't say anything. Dean grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the couch with him. I sat crossed-legged on one end and he sprawled out over the rest. His head rested on my lap and lower stomach and he looked up at me, smiling slightly. "Where've you two been?" Sam asked smugly from across the room. "Shaddup, Sam," Dean mumbled as he shut his eyes. Within minutes, he was lightly snoring. "Thanks, Ashley," Sam spoke up.
"For what?"
"Making him sleep." I looked down at Dean, all the worry seemed to vanish from his features. "Yeah, well," I lightly brushed my hand across his cheek, "he needs it." Sam nodded, "and whatever you're doing, keep doing it. I can't remember the last time he was this happy." I smiled sadly and nodded. He got up and grabbed the keys to the impala, "I'm gonna go get some food." I nodded again as he walked out the door. I looked back at Dean and watched his chest rise and fall. "No," I heard him murmur after a while. I looked as his face scrunched together. "No," he said again as his head turned sharply to the side. "Dean," I said as I shook his shoulders. "No, stop," he pleaded as he whipped his head. "Dean," I said louder and shook his shoulders. "NO," he gasped as his eyes flew open. "Hey, hey," I said softly, "shhhh. It's ok."
"Ashley?" he asked in a daze. I put my hands on either side of his face and leaned foreword so my face was hovering above his. "Yeah, I'm here it's ok." He let out a shaky sigh of relief and shut his eyes. I watched as he slowed his breathing back to normal. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and his eyes fluttered open. He gave a weak smile, "would you believe me if I said I was fine?" I lowered my face and kissed him upside down. He pressed up against the side of the couch and pulled me down next to him. I nuzzled my face into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Where's Sam?"
"Getting food. Dean?"
"Yeah?" I looked up at him, "what were you dreaming about?" He tightened his arms around me, "I don't wanna talk about it." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Okay," I said quietly.
"You," he spoke after a while.
"What?"
"You, I was dreaming about you"
"What about me?" He gave a shaky sigh, "we were in hell and I had to watch while he..." He trailed off. "I couldn't move, I had to watch," his voice broke. I looked up and saw tears streaming down his cheeks. "Dean," I said softly as I pulled him down into the crook of my neck. He began to sob and gasp for breathe. "Dean, it's ok," I rubbed up and down his back, "it's not real." He burrowed his face deeper into my neck. "'He' was Alistair, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," he sobbed.
"Shhhh, it's ok. I'm right here, I'm fine." Eventually he calmed down and his eye lids started falling. "It's ok, you can sleep," I soothed, "I'll be here the whole time and I'll be here when you wake up." He opened his eyes, "promise?"
"Promise"
"Ashley?" He murmured into my chest, "can you sing?"
"Yeah," I said confusedly, "I guess."
"Sing." A shocked expression played across my face and he looked up at me, his beautiful green eyes were like a child looking for comfort. I took a deep breathe and sung softly, "Carry on my wayward son,
They'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don't you cry no more." He snuggled up against my side and closed his eyes. "Hey, guys!" Sam said as he walked into the room with bags of food a few minutes later. "Sam, I don't want to hurt you," I warned him, "but I swear if you wake him up again I will stab you in the neck." He raised his eyebrows at 'again' and looked over at Dean curled up into my side. He saw Dean's red eyes and the big wet spot on my shoulder and put two and two together.
"Did he...?"
"Yeah," I said sadly.
"Oh, well uh, I got some food," he changed the subject as he riffled through the bags. I looked down at Dean, "thanks, but I'll eat later."
"You sure?" He said with a mouthful of lettuce. I nodded and pressed my cheek to the top of Dean's head.